The Tree of Life

As I stepped through the door, into Miriam's Mystic Emporium I was instantly drawn to the globes in the window. They float in the air, almost as if by magic. A purple translucent sphere, with the look of a black tree inside, beckons me.

Miriam smiles and welcomes me as I take a step towards the  beguiling ball of purple and black.  This is my first time here. I had never been in a witch's shop before. I had expected to see some magical things but not to feel such a powerful pull towards them.

"That's a witch's globe." Miriam informs me. My hands reach out, an inch away from touching the purple globe, but before I do, another globe draws my eye. "It traps negative energy, making the colors in the sphere seem darker and dirty."  The clear glass reflected the sunlight, making the green in it shine more brightly. It looked so much like a tree.

The words Tree of Life played  over and over in my mind until finally, I held the cool, heavy glass sphere in my hands.

Miriam wrapped my Tree of Life globe while explaining how I would have to clean it on a full moon, whenever the globe grew dark and dirty with negative energy.

So proud of my purchase, the first thing I do is show it to my husband.  I didn't expect my husband to love my Tree of Life globe and he didn't.  He hated it.

It didn't matter  that I loved it. It wasn't even my favorite color, he argued. If that didn't matter to me why would it bother him? It would break, he insisted. I didn't think so. The glass was heavy and thick. Beautiful and unique.

But no matter how beautiful, how unique, it wasn't worth fighting with my husband. So I gently placed my precious Tree of Life back into it's box and returned to Miriam's Mystic Emporium. My heart breaking every step of the way.

I walked my precious Tree of Life globe to the counter. Slowly removing it from its box trying to prolong the inevitable. A sad smile played on Mariam's lips when she told me to release the witch's globe so it could float back up with the other witch's globes..

I raised my hands above my head, gingerly releasing my Tree of Life sphere, only to watch it drop and shatter into a million pieces. "Oh my!" Miriam cried, jumping up, and rushing to my side. Tears falling freely down my face. "This has never happened before." she tells me, handing me a tissue.

"Why didn't it fly with the other globes?" I cried, feeling as if my best friend had just died in front of me.  Pieces of glass bite into my palms, as I fall to my knees, trying to scoop up all the precious pieces of my Tree of Life globe.

A drop of my blood mixes in with the glass and something wondrous happens. Shards whirl around like fallen leaves in a wind storm. Miriam and I watch in awe as it reforms itself. Once again my Tree of Life globe.

"Honey," Miriam whispers, "you keep this globe. It doesn't want anybody but you as it's owner." Reaching into her pocket, she hands me the money I had given her earlier. "You have magic in your veins." My hand enveloped in her old but soft hands. "Think about learning your craft and see me again when you are ready." Patting my hand when she releases it.

My Tree of Life globe floats down into my open hands. I cradle it in my palms, standing in the middle of Miriam's shop, until the tinkering of the shop bell sounded.

"I thought I told you to return that." My husband briskly said when he saw what I held in my hands. 

"She did." Miriam spoke up for me. "I gave it to her as a gift." I held up the money to prove I had indeed returned it. And everything was right in the world again. Except that apparently, I was a witch.



I included a real photo taken of the witch's globe. My Tree of Life one was sold and is no longer available for photos. Obviously I was inspired to write this through these witches globes. If you ever see one please stop and appreciate its beauty.

Creepy!

Ok so I want to share an experience with you. I am going to try to write it the best I can. Sometimes I have a hard time explaining things. But here I go...

I had just left my favorite local shop, and was on my way to have lunch with my husband. Not the romantic, candle-lit kind that one would expect on Valentine's Day but, any time I could spend with my husband was a good time.

So as I walk up the street I run into a man who starts smiling at me. Now I know smiles are supposed to be contagious but I was just trying to be polite and move on. I'm not sure it would have mattered if I hadn't acknowledged him. If I had said something I am sure the same scenario would have played out.

A smile that doesn't match his eyes as he says hello.Raised to be polite I say hello back and that's when the preaching began. I believe in God. But I don't believe in a lot of crap that people spew. God loves me and will forgive me. If I choose to ask for his forgiveness. I don't do bad things, ask for forgiveness and then go back to doing the same bad things. But people make mistakes. God knows that because he made us.

Or at least that's what I believe. More to the point no one is going to tell me what to believe. And this guy was trying to get me to tell him my "sins" right there in the middle of town. I was outraged ! Then he continues to list some sins to me. Probably to read me and see I reacted to any of them. One being having sex before being married.

I obviously had. Not that it was his business but I felt like every thing this guy said was a judgement against me. Not his place. Not his business. I was finally able to excuse myself by telling him I wasn't going to discuss this stuff in the middle of town. I was polite, I think. So he hands me a pamphlet and lets me go on my way.

What I forgot to mention is that he had a little boy with him. Not old enough to be in school yet. I would say it was his son but I can not in all certainty say that it was his son.In mind though, I believed the little boy was his son. While this man was preaching and trying to get me to confess my sins to him, the little boy was picking up snow and throwing it at cars.

Kids are kids. I understand. This guy told the boy to stop once and only once. Only because I turned my eyes from him to the boy. He had to see where my attention was and notice what the boy was doing.

My only thought about the boy was that he shouldn't be out with his father while he was trying to recruit people for his religion. He was uninterested in what his father was saying as I was.

The only things that really stayed with me about this man was the feeling of creepiness. It was in his eyes and in his smile. Creepy!

Excerpt from The UnReaper

I finally got over my writer's block for my son's story. So I wanted to show you what I wrote.Title is work in progress but as of now I am calling it The UnReaper. We'll see if it sticks. Tell me what you think

   I sneak out the door and into the thick  covering of the shady trees.With no place in mind, I wander through the still damp forest. Over the dead fallen trees and under the low hanging branches. My ears straining to hear the sound of dead leaves crunching, hoping that no one has followed me.

   Though all that I hear is the whispering of the wind as it blows by, scattering the leaves into the air, I pull my hood up making sure that no one could see me. As I do, the sights and sounds of the forest change.

Fire Dress

I was trying to think of the dress, my character, Erika could wear for her sweet 16 party. So I drew a picture with my digital art pad. I think it came out exactly as I imagined it. I hope you like it. My facebook friend Janet Lightfoot did this for me. I like it. Hope you do too.

Richelle Mead : The Indigo Spell

I just finished the 3rd book in the Bloodlines Series. The Indigo Spell. Honestly I can't get enough of Rachelle Mead. It all started with her Vampire Academy Series . 
I have fallen in love with her stories. I don't want to give anything away but if you like a good romance TRUST ME these are the stories you want to read. Like every book of hers that I have read I gobble it up and I thirst for more.

So needless to say I can't wait until The Fiery Heart is released. I am super excited because it will be from BOTH of the main characters Point of View. Adrian Ivashkov ( a spirit user dhampir) and Sydney Sage (an alchemist) Oh I know you have no IDEA what that means but in Rachelle's Vampire Academy Series an alchemist is a person who helps hides the activities of the dhampires but are disgusted by anything unnatural. Things like magic Strigoi, Moroi and dhampires. So for Sydney to have romantic feeling for Adrian is MAJOR! If you haven't checked out the stories please do. Totally worth it.

Blocked

Okay so I am going to be cutting back a little bit on writing on my blog. So I can concentrate more fully on my stories. I am still blocked on my son's story, so I started writing my daughter's. If I post anything it might be an excerpt from the stories. Although honestly writing random stuff for my blog has already given me a scene for my daughter's story.

So you never know I might still post something just for inspirational purposes.

Writer's Block

Ok so as I might have mentioned before, I am writing a second book for The Reaper's Son. Title is on hold til I get the story finished. Anyway as you can also see I have been posting random snippets of what could be very good stories. And those just popped into my head. So it's driving me nuts that I have writers block when it comes to my son's story but I can pull scenes from the top of my head.

Unfortunately for me I think it means I have to take a break on The Reaper's Son 2. But I think I will do what I did last time and start on my daughter's story. Her's was The Unknown. Think I need to get the romance out of me. Cause that's all I want to write about right now. Fortunately my daughter is old enough that she would appreciate some romance in her story.

Lucky for me I can't seem to write anything more than kissing scenes. Lucky? That seems like a downfall right? It is, but not when it comes to writing what I deem appropriate love scenes for my daughter's next story.

Her's has so many options for me to explore and I don't know which way it's going to go. But I do know on her 16th birthday a BIG secret is revealed. What could be bigger than finding out you have fire powers ! ? You'll have to read the next book to find out. :)